Grasping Evil

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This is a long-abandoned temple, with peeling vermilion paint and rusted door knockers. [This book is first published]

Outside the temple, it was raining at night, and there was a sense of desolation and loneliness.

Inside the temple, five people in mink clothes raised a bonfire, took out some dry food, and talked loudly while eating.

Ning Fan sat in the corner of the temple and did not intend to talk to anyone.

His clothes didn't get wet at all... With his strong will to rain, if he didn't want to, the rain here wouldn't catch him.

"Boy, you look like a scholar, and you don't bring your luggage when you travel. Could it be that you were robbed by a bandit?"

A big man in mino clothes looked at Ning Fan, and when he saw that Ning Fan had nothing, he couldn't help laughing.

"Come on, help some uncle gather some firewood, add some fire, and let you eat a few bites of meat." A big man eating half a roast chicken also laughed.

There was a hint of irony in the words.

The five of them were all from the Green Forest, and they had never looked down on a weak scholar like Ning Fan, but they were taking Ning Fan for fun.

Ning Fan glanced at the five people lightly, but didn't say anything, and naturally he wouldn't add fuel to these people for food.

Please, he is disdainful. All he likes is robbing.

But for a few mortals, he disdains to snatch anything. He has his own principles.

Seeing that Ning Fan was ignoring them, the five big men in minions lost their interest and ignored Ning Fan, and started talking about other things.

Ning Fan watched the rain outside the temple, and his mood gradually became calm.

He couldn't remember who he was, but he remembered everything about the rain.

He remembers all his magical powers, remembers all his killings, but doesn't remember who he is.

Suddenly, Ning Fan's eyes flashed, but he saw a young man in white slowly walking into the night rain.

This young man has an ordinary appearance, but when he walks, he naturally has an air of life and death.

That young man is not far from being a god.

This practice is secondary. But this enlightenment of life and death is faintly higher than that of Ning Fan!

"This person's divine mood is actually life and death!"

Ning Fan's expression did not change, but his heart was shocked.

since ancient times. Life and death are the way immortals need to comprehend, but there is a Nascent Soul cultivator who uses life and death to enter the Tao and transform into a god.

Although this person's cultivation base is still low, his Taoism is by no means weaker than his own.

The young man in white looked at the five big men in minions gathered around the bonfire and frowned.

His mood of life and death had a faint sign of initiation in this rainy night, but the vulgarity of these five big men in mino clothes destroyed this atmosphere.

He wanted to find a corner to sit down, but suddenly his eyes changed.

But he saw Ning Fan sitting in the corner, looking at him with a smile.

Ning Fan was originally here. But the breath was too restrained, and for a while, the young man in white almost ignored him.

This kind of thing is rarely encountered in the life of the young man in white, except for a few powerful people.

Like Situ Nan, like a lark...

"This person is a cultivator. And his cultivation is far superior to what I am today, but he doesn't seem to have any malice towards me."

The young man in white sat next to Ning Fan, nodded slightly to Ning Fan, but didn't say much, and looked up at the rain outside the temple.

Ning Fan didn't say much. He also looked at the rain, as if any unnecessary words would destroy the beauty of the rainy night.

"Finally found a shelter from the rain."

A voice came into the temple. Immediately, another person sheltering from the rain entered the temple.

This is a grown man, wearing a thin shirt.

As soon as the big man entered the temple, he glanced at the people in the temple, but stopped at Ning Fan and the young man in white.

"Oh? I didn't expect to see people in the same way in this temple. It's under Mozhi. How do you call your two friends?"

"People from the mountains, I don't have a name, just call me Daniel." The young man in white clasped his fist slightly.

"I don't know who I am. Some people call me Lu Sheng, but I always feel that this is not my real name." Ning Fan also clenched his fists slightly towards the big man.

He could vaguely see the extraordinaryness of this big man. The mood of this man is very similar to that of Yun Bushu, which is the mood of forgetfulness.

But his cultivation level with Yun Bushu is worlds apart... This person's cultivation level is not the first step of cultivation, not even a life immortal...

"Haha! It's interesting. Could it be that this scholar really met a bandit and was beaten so stupidly that he doesn't remember who he is?"

Mo Zhi frowned, and he faintly noticed something from Ning Fan, but he didn't seem to be sure.

Then he smiled and said, "It turns out that Brother Lu doesn't know who he is, but he is very similar to me. It is rare to meet two people in the same way here. Why don't you sit down together and talk about it in this rainy night, how about it?"

"On Dao..." Ning Fan's eyes were sometimes blank, sometimes clear, although he didn't know who he was, he knew that he was pursuing the way of life and death.

On the road, it's fine.

What about wine? He bought a lot. When talking about Taoism, if there is fine wine, it is a good thing.

Ning Fan didn't say much. With a flick of his sleeve, he took out three jars of wine, took one jar for himself, and gave Mo Zhi and Daniel a jar each.

The young man in white named Daniel chuckled lightly, took a jar of wine and drank it hard, but he was a free and easy person.

Mo Zhi was startled, took the wine, laughed, and started drinking.

Then he looked at Daniel and said, "Brother Daniel's cultivation base is amazing. If you don't read it wrong, you should have reached the realm where the mood locks the soul, and Yunxiao is hopeful."

Daniel's eyes changed slightly, showing a little cautious color, and he avoided talking about his own cultivation.

A few big men by the bonfire not far away, one of them laughed loudly,

"What you said is a mess, we didn't understand a word, what mood locks the soul, and the sky is still hopeful, is it crazy!"

Mo Zhi looked at Ning Fan again, and after taking a closer look, his eyes became more and more solemn.

This solemnity was not because of Ning Fan's cultivation, but because he saw something else.

"Brother Lu's cultivation is also amazing, and the most surprising thing is that Brother Lu doesn't seem to be from this world. Brother Lu seems to come from outside the Nichen world... No, Brother Lu comes from outside the four worlds. ...is an extraterritorial cultivator. I don't know which extraterritorial fairyland brother Lu is from?"

Ning Fan's eyes were stunned, and he seemed a little confused, "I don't know."

The big men around the bonfire laughed again, "Haha, what are inside and outside the world, what are outside the realm, these people are really crazy!"

Mo Zhi smiled slightly, not angry,

"Your Excellency is very true. The word madness is used very well. If it is not madness, it is naturally difficult to understand the law of heaven. If it is not madness, who would ask for the longevity art, the so-called heaven desires, there must be That's what you want."

The big man by the bonfire frowned and scolded, "What a lunatic, I didn't understand a word."

Mo Zhi laughed dumbly and shook his head lightly. Looking at Daniel, "Brother Daniel, do you understand?"

Daniel said, "There is a mystery in Xiongtai's words. I don't understand it. But I think it is a word for crazy. It's not good to use the land. It's better to use crazy!"

"Well said! The word stupid. Very good! If people in my generation don't have stupid thoughts, they will definitely not be able to cultivate into a righteous fruit, and the fate of the heaven will be ruined!"

Mo Zhi laughed. Looking at Ning Fan again, he asked, "Brother Lu, how do you feel about being stupid?"

"Idiot..." Ning Fan's eyes became more and more dazed, "No matter whether you are crazy or crazy, you can seek the Tao, but my Tao is 'attachment'. Obsessed with the heart, so I become a demon, reincarnated for thousands of lives, and never die. regret..."

"Zhi..." Mo Zhi and Daniel looked thoughtful together.

Infatuation is being trapped by love and bewildered by Tao. For love can be reversible to heaven.

Perseverance, but it is to take the initiative to lock the love in the heart, rather to keep the devil in the heart, not to shy away, but not to give up.

"Zhi...Zhi..., uh. Where did we just say? I'll forget it all next time."

Mo Zhi suddenly showed a dazed look.

"It turned out to be a lunatic!" The big men by the bonfire all laughed.

"Forget it, forget it, forget it, under Mozhi, what do you call the two fellow Daoists?"

"Da Niu." Da Niu's eyes flashed slightly, as if he had discovered something.

"Maybe, my surname is Lu, maybe not." Ning Fan was at a loss for a while.

Mo Zhi nodded, looked at the rainy night outside, and said with admiration,

"The beauty of rainy nights lies in the artistic conception, in the endless life. Flowers and plants absorb water vapor, and the original intention of death also flows away quietly. This is the beauty of rainy nights and the taste of life."

The sound of rain falling outside the temple came in bursts, and sometimes thunder streaked, illuminating the rainy night instantly.

The bonfire in the temple flickered between light and dark, illuminating the surrounding area. Just like changing between life and death, this bright and dark space also seems to contain the way of life and death.

The light is life, the dark is death, and in the flickering light and dark, life and death are alternately replaced.

"Why?" Daniel was about to ask this question, but Ning Fan had already asked.

Ning Fan was at a loss. This daze was the confusion of not being able to understand life and death.

Mo Zhi pointed at the bonfire and said, "This fire is life!"

"Why?"

"I don't know how to live, but I often hear mortals say, make fire, make fire. Presumably this fire is life."

"Mad!" This time, the big men by the bonfire all looked at Mo Zhi with strange eyes.

"Why die?" Ning Fan asked again.

Mo Zhi was about to speak, but suddenly his eyes became confused again. After a long time, he looked around blankly.

"Where did we talk earlier?"

Before Ning Fan and Daniel could speak, a big man beside the bonfire immediately said, "The scholar asked you just now, what is death!"

Mo Zhi glanced at Ning Fan apologetically, hesitated a little, and asked, "I think Xiongtai already knows my name, but I don't know how Xiongtai is called?"

Another big man by the bonfire said with a smile: "He has the same bad memory as you, he can't remember who he is, he only knows his surname is Lu!"

Mo Zhi's eyes became more apologetic, "Since I realized the way of heaven, my memory has been getting worse. Brother Lu, forgive me."

"What this person realizes is really the mood of forgetfulness." Daniel thought.

"Hey, you haven't said what it means to be dead. Go on, it's very interesting." A big man beside the bonfire urged.

"What is death... Death is death. If a person dies, he dies. If his heart dies, he forgets. This is death."

"There is rootless water falling today, the water in this depression is life, and the water without root is lost in the future, the water in this depression is death, there is no vitality, and there is no circulation. The so-called stagnant water is like this!"

Mo Zhi pointed at the big men beside the bonfire, and said, "Today, they are happy, angry, sad, and cola, and they are life. In the future, they will not be happy, angry, sad, and happy. If they cannot escape reincarnation, they will die."

Mo Zhi pointed to the inner petals of the temple, and said, "When the god statue in this temple was there, the temple lived for a living. Now that the god statue disappears, it means death!"

Having said that, he stood up, pointed to the sky again, and said. "This rain is born in the sky and dies in the earth, the process in between. It is the life of the rain. The reason why I look at the rain, not the sky or the ground, is not the rain, but the life of the rain. ..it's life and death!"

Daniel heard Mo Zhi's high talk, and his confusion disappeared, as if he had realized something, he stood up and clasped his fist to Mo Zhi.

Big bull at this moment. It has not yet transformed into a god, but it has almost been possible to step down and follow in life and death!

Ning Fan's gaze disappeared for a while, but he still didn't fully understand.

He always felt that what Mo Zhi said was still one-sided.

He spoke of the death of the temple, the death of the rain. The death of mortals, people of flowers, plants and trees, but only, did not say the death of immortals...

"If they are at the peak of the Tao, they appear to be immortal, but in fact they will die, right? That's the case. What is immortality?" Ning Fan suddenly asked.

This question suddenly turned into two thunders, which exploded in the minds of Daniel and Mo Zhi.

The life and death that Daniel had just realized, was once again at a loss. He hadn't thought about this question.

Mo Zhi's face changed, his master was a peerless powerhouse. He never thought about whether his master would also fall.

Will he die, will he die... He is here to realize the Tao of Heaven, and he thinks that the Tao is profound, but the truth is. The way of heaven seen is still one-sided.

Does the immortality he seeks not exist in the first place?

The death of a mortal, the death of a monk, and the death of a monk in the fourth step should be different. The fourth step, the death of the monk, should touch the origin of the Tao...

Suddenly, Mo Zhi seemed to realize something, and looked at Ning Fan in surprise, "I see, the reason you can appear in Nichen Realm is because..."

He heard from the master that among the powerhouses outside the realm, there is a fourth-step Supreme who transforms the world with his body, reincarnation with a dream, and the world is destroyed when he wakes up.

This person is in the cycle of reincarnation, and there is a life and death catastrophe, which can help the cultivator to glimpse the supreme avenue!

The Ning Fan in front of him may be a cultivator in that immortal realm!

What they saw Ning Fan was not real, and what Ning Fan saw them was not real either.

One is true, the other must be false, and the two can never coexist in this rainy night.

"I still don't understand the way of life and death... Even if I set foot on life and death, maybe I still don't understand. Step on life and death, step by step, life and death go hand in hand, this is only the first step to fully understand life and death, many life immortals, even this understanding of life and death I haven't done the first step...but I seem to remember who I am. When my heart is dead, I forget it, what Brother Mo said is very true, if my heart is not dead, everything can be recalled..."

"Is this the chance I got from refining seven crystals of life and death... life and death!"

"I'm Ning Fan! The obsession in my heart can't be erased even by reincarnation, and this life and death calamity can't blind my heart either!"

Ning Fan pointed out that the whole world was broken like glass.

Although Mo Zhi's words did not touch on the origin of Dao, it gave Ning Fan a lot of inspiration.

There are 500 more lines of life and death above the primordial spirit, a total of 1720 lines.

The scenery in front of him was changing rapidly, and the first rebirth and death calamity had been destroyed by it.

"A very good talk... Listening to what Mo Zhi said, I and they are not in a reincarnation, a time and space, maybe, there will be no day to meet again... This life and death is really mysterious. I have seen other reincarnation characters. Is this the method of Immortal Emperor Zidou..."

Ning Fan's body gradually dissipated, and the world began to condense again.

...

In Hezhou, Xiniu, a place called Ningjiazhuang, there was a rich man named Ning Laocai.

According to rumors in the village, this man has two wives, each of whom is like a flower.

Inside the Ningjiazhuang, in a deep house compound, in a bedroom, a man and two women were on the couch, covered with rain and clouds.

The man is a fair and clean young man with a handsome appearance, but his eyes are full of desire, and he is fighting on two delicate women.

The two women are stunning, one with black eyes like black gems, named Xiao Er.

The other one with cold bloody eyes was under attack from the youth, named Hong'er.

That young man is Ning Lao Cai.

The two women are naturally his sweetheart wives.

During the attack, the young man Baijing suddenly stopped, looking at the two beauties under him in disbelief, his face was very embarrassed, as if he had swallowed a fly.

"How am I here...who am I..."

"Uh, you are... yes... I can't remember the names, but I vaguely remember that I shouldn't have done this kind of thing to you... Is our relationship not at this stage... eh? , my head hurts."

"Hu... Husband, why... stop... hurry up..." Xiao Er's eyes were blurred, panting like a blue orchid, his chest heaving slightly. But he smiled slyly.

"Hmph, you can't do it with just a little effort, don't you want to fight me for 300 rounds!" Hong'er showed a playful sneer, and her tender body greeted her. But put something in it again.

what...

Ning Laocai's forehead showed blue veins.

he can't? He was actually told by Hong'er that he couldn't?

Although he hadn't yet remembered who he was, he still remembered that he was the owner of the Ning Family Village and the husband of Hong'er and Xiao'er.

Husband fish and water, it seems right and proper...

"I'll let you see if it's really impossible for my husband!"

Ning Lao Cai leaned down and pressed down...

The palms are walking on the delicate bodies of the two girls...

After some madness, it was already evening, and the two girls had fallen asleep contentedly.

Ning Lao Cai got up and changed into clothes. I was refreshed, and there was a strange feeling in my heart.

He always felt that he really shouldn't do such a thing to the second daughter.

But the two daughters are obviously his wives and concubines, why can't they do such a thing?

In memory, he has been in love with his children countless times...

why. why...

I seem to have forgotten something important...

"Master, monsters... monsters are here! A monk who claimed to be from the Eastern Land Tang Dynasty brought three monsters into the village!"

"Monk? Monster?"

Ning Laocai's eyes narrowed, and he pushed the door out, a fierce aura was condensing in his eyes.

The maid who came to report the news originally thought that her master would be as timid and fearful as before, but she didn't expect that today's master's eyes were so sharp. Hearing that the monster entered the village, he was not afraid.

"With me here, Ningjiazhuang will be fine! Take me to meet this monk and monster!"

The maid was stunned.

How has my master ever been so arrogant, how is today different from usual... I really am not afraid of monsters, but I have to go to see monsters, and also said that I want to protect Ningjiazhuang...

She took Ning Fan all the way out of the house. Looking for the monk monster in the village, suddenly, I heard a roar like thunder.

"Bah! Such a big Zhuangzi, why can't I see a single person, get out of the way for Grandpa Pig. Quickly serve good wine and food, and honor your Grandpa Pig!"

A black-bristled pig demon carrying a rake came over carelessly.

As soon as he saw the good-looking maid in front of Ning Fan, his small eyes immediately turned green, filled with a wretched smile.

"Hey...how do you call this lady?"

He stepped forward to start a conversation with the maid, and the maid fell to the ground in fright, trembling all over, hugging Ning Laocai's thigh, with a look of help in his eyes.

"How do you call my maidservant, what does it have to do with you!"

In the left eye of Ning Laocai, a purple and black light suddenly flashed!

A mighty demon ancestor suddenly suppressed the black-bristled pig demon.

At the moment when he touched this demon power, the pig demon looked shocked, and the demon blood couldn't help trembling.

"You...you...you are the demon ancestor! You are the eternal immortal!"

In the pig demon's impression, the demon ancestor is equivalent to the eternal immortal.

Eternal Immortal Venerable, that person is at the peak of the second step of cultivation.

If it is in later generations, maybe it should be called Immortal Emperor...

He was naturally terrified!

"Wu Neng, don't be rude!"

A white and clean monk came over and bowed to Ning Fan.

"The poor monk is from the Tang Dynasty in the East. It's getting late today, so I want to come to Guizhuang for one night. The poor monk has three disciples, all of them look amazing. If you disturb the owner, please forgive me."

Ning Laocai saluted the monk with a fist, and looked at the other two disciples behind the monk.

Finally, the eyes fell on the monk.

Looking at the monk's clear eyes, for a moment, Ning Laocai seemed to remember something.

"I'm... Ning Fan!"

"Who is this monk! He is obviously just a mortal, but his eyes are as sharp as Meng Xuanzi!"

Meng Xuanzi is the Immortal Emperor of the Palm Tablet, is this person also an Immortal Emperor!

"I don't know what the elder is called?" Ning Fan asked with his fists folded.

"The world calls me Xuanzang, you are not the same as people in this world, you are an exception, call me Jinchan. As you expected, the me in my previous life was probably the Immortal Emperor you said, but in this life, it's just A mortal who worships Buddha wholeheartedly." Jin Chan smiled.

His eyes were empty, and he seemed to be able to see through what Ning Fan was thinking.

This guy is so weird...

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